Ok, I am definately the quintessential doting mom.
My son sneezes and I rush to touch his nose before it drips. He smiles, and my smile broadens. He talks baby talk and I talk baby talk back. He eats a spoon of rice cereal, and I cheer like it’s the yummiest stuff on the planet. He grows a centimeter during the night, and I notice upon waking. His laughs become my gaffaws.
Shoot, I can even distinguish his poots in a crowd of people.
So is it any wonder that I fell to emotionally high pieces tonight, when my little firstborn son – on his 5th month birthday, nonetheless – stuck out both of his arms towards me and cried “Mummum!”
He reached for me!
He was sitting on his Grammy’s knee, and became a bit fussy. I stood up on the other side of the living room and began walking towards them with the intent of cheering him up.
And that’s when it happened.
He actually reached. for. me.
You know….with his arms. Deliberately.
Booyah!
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Tags: baby talk, Firstborn Son, Grammy, Laughs, Living Room, Mom, Parenting, Poots, Rice Cereal, Smile, Sneezes
Awwww, what a precious moment! I love your writing style.
I do miss those baby years.
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thanks so much!!!
teehee, i already miss the baby years and I’m still IN them! these days are passing so fast!!!